Alphabet of Hurricanes - Tom McRae

Caught in a whirlwind of Broken sticks and bones

An alphabet of hurricanes

Can’t blow this drifter home

And the train kicks up snow across

This cold New Mexico

And as I cross the Rio Grande

I finally let you go To fall into the icy stream

Of different lives and different dreams

And we go lightly on our way

Yes you go lightly on the same

Woke up in Kansas from a Dream of burning ships

And I still taste the ocean, girl

And you on my lips

But I can’t seem to change the way

This story wants to play

Life is in the living

Not the telling anyway

Press myself into the glass

Silver moon lights up my path

As I go lightly on my way

And you will go lightly on the same

Yes we go lightly on our way

Shaken by a broken rail in Princeton, Illinois

With time to kill I drank my fill

And gave the jukebox all my coins

This one’s for the friends I’ve lost

The one I’ve left behind

No, this one’s not for you, I take it back

I’ve changed my mind

The music drifts into the night

Calls to me and says it’s time

To go lightly on my way

And I will lightly on the same

Yes you go lightly on your way

Sunset on the Hudson turns this city into gold

This stolen El Dorado it ain’t mine, it sure ain’t yours

I’ve been here for every season

Somehow you forget

You claim this city for yourself

Well take it, it’s my gift

There’s nothing left to divide

You take the days, I’ll take the nights

And I’ll go lightly on my way

And you will go lightly on the same

Yes we go lightly on our way

Caught in a whirlwind of Broken sticks and bones

An alphabet of hurricanes

Can’t blow this drifter home

Can’t blow this drifter home

Can’t blow this drifter home

Can’t blow this drifter home